just blurt it out. “I kinda think maybe I drank too much last night?” I’ve never been blackout drunk before, but my friend from undergrad Viv drank till she was shitfaced all the time. It scares me that I was so reckless last night. I was so pissed off. I should be smarter than that. But at least I’m still alive and I didn’t get into any trouble. I clench my thighs again. At least I don’t feel like I did, anyway.
He let out a sexy chuckle that shakes the bed. It makes me smile, then he smirks back at me. “Yeah, you were keeping up with me, and I drink a lot.” He lies across the bed, propping himself up with his elbow. “At least tell me you remember something specific about last night.”
I blush and suck down the rest of the coffee in a rush. “I mean, of course I remember some things.” I nervously set the coffee mug down on the tray again.
“Tell me baby, I wanna know what I did that was so memorable.” Oh my god, I’m practically swooning from his charm. His handsome smile makes me blush even more. I bite my lip and shake my head.
“You know what I remember,” I say as I roll my eyes at him playfully. I see the marks on my wrists again, and then my throat seems to go dry. I don’t remember how those marks got there. “How did I get hurt?”
His eyes travel to my wrists and then he looks back up at my face. “Not sure, sweetheart. I didn’t notice them until just now.” That makes me feel a bit uneasy. I wish I could remember.
“Did we...?” Have sex. I can’t even say it out loud. God, I’m such a child. I don’t know why I avoid this shit. Thank fuck I’ve been on birth control since I was 16 for acne. I try to remember if I took my pill yesterday morning, and I’m sure I did. I bite my bottom lip, knowing I need to take today’s pill sometime soon.
“Did we what, sweetheart?” He grins at me. “I wanna hear you say it.”
I roll my eyes again and pretend to blow him off. But my heart twists in my chest. Did I really have sex last night? And I don’t even remember?
“We didn’t,” he says after a few seconds. Relief floods through me.
“So we didn’t have sex?” I ask, just to clarify. I clench my legs again and I’m certain I don’t feel any different. Horny as all hell, but not like I got myself fucked for the first time last night.
He pouts and it makes me wanna kiss his plump lips. “We did fool around though. I happen to enjoy that mouth of yours.” That sexy smirk is back and if I wasn’t so shy, I’d crawl forward and nip his bottom lip. In my head it’d be sexy, but in reality... Nope, not going to make a fool of myself in the first five minutes of talking with this guy.
A violent blush rushes to my cheeks. I look around the room again. I don’t see my clothes or my bag.
“Do you know where I left my stuff?” I change the subject to avoid thinking about sex some more.
“Uh, yeah. Your laptop is downstairs, and since I ruined your clothes I went out and got you some new ones.” On his last word the door pops open, and a dog comes barreling into the room.
“Rigs, down!” Vince yells in a commanding tone, but the dog hops on the bed anyway and runs straight toward me.
I let out a squeal as the puppy rushes forward and puts both of his large heavy front paws on me. He’s not quite a fully grown adult dog yet, but he's gotta be getting close, judging from his size. It’s hard to hold him back as I laugh and he slobbers all over my mouth. I have to keep my lips pressed tightly shut so he doesn’t accidentally French kiss me.
“That’s it, Rigs!” I hear Vince’s voice boom over my laughs, and suddenly the dog is gone. I watch him put Rigs outside the door and close it.
My cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. And as he turns and gives me the sexiest grin I’ve ever seen, I feel a blush rise up my chest and into my cheeks.
I don’t remember last night, but this morning is looking like it’s going to be good.
Vince
God damn, she’s